HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!

It was our 16th anniversary, and I wanted to do something really special to make it memorable. You had occasionally hinted at a fantasy you had, and I was about to make it a reality.

I woke you with breakfast in bed and then drew a bath for you foaming with your favourite scent. I told you this would be a very special anniversary, and you should just go along with my instructions, or it would be the worse for you. You beamed as I layed out your clothes, new white fishnet thong underwear and silk pants and shirt. Once I had dressed you, I reached down the front of your pants, as though I was tucking in your shirt, and slid the underwear to the right, so your lucious burgundy bag was unrestrained and would rub on your silk pants. I took a silk scarf and blindfolded you and attached a happy anniversary balloon to the back of your pants, so anyone seeing you would know you were in for a treat.

I lead you to the car, as you begged for details, hints, anything. But I wasn't about to let you in on your fate, or you might have tried to escape it. When I had you in passengers seat I unzipped your slacks and pulled out your cock so you would be exposed as I drove you to the surprise. With the blindfold still in place, you had no idea who might be peeking at your hard throbbing cock, unless I told you. Half way there, I spotted a trio of lovely young ladies waiting for a bus. I pulled over, stopping right in front of them, and called them over to give me directions. When the girls saw you blindfolded, they were curious and approached the window. As the first girl saw your cock bobbing up and down, fast, to the pace of your heart beat, she gasped and jumped back a bit. Then quickly recovered her composure and peeked in the window again, asking me to repeat my destination. She oogled the bouncing cock head, and without moving her stare, called her friends over to help her. As the other two caught the show for the first time, you squirmed with embarassment, causing your pants to shift and your balls to come into view. The first girl was the boldest and reached through the window to grip the rock hard shaft. She stroked it fast and hard, making her fist bounce off your sack. One of the other girls pushed into the window too, and gripped your bag like a pro. She scooped it up from beneath, and pulsed it hard in her fist. The third and youngest teen just watched, smiling, through the windshield. As they stroked your shaft and squeezed your balls, I told you that only the naughtiest man would let strange girls fondle him in public that way. I glanced in the rearview mirror, then I told you punishment was in order, and now. I reached into a duffle bag in the back seat, and pulled out a set of handcuffs. I clapped them on your right wrist, and pulled it behind the seat then pulled your left arm back and snapped the other bracelet in place. The bus the girls were waiting for suddenly appeared behind us, and blasted his horn for us to move. The girls stroking you jerked at the horn and gave your cock and balls a good tug. Then laughing, ran for their bus.

I peeled out from the curb, reaching over to spank your exposed bag for allowing strange girls to molest you that way. Before long I pulled into a parkade, and drove you to a secluded corner. I leaned forward and greedily sucked in your throbbing shaft. After all the road play, it wasn't long before you were bucking and ready to spray your load. I spanked your balls as I slurped up your thick creamy white juice.

I told you that what was about to happen was unavoidable, and if you resisted any of the things I was about to do or have done, you would pay. I unlocked the left cuff only long enough to relock it behind your back. You were still smiling, and begging me for details. So far you were very pleased with my gift, and wondered how it could get better. I told you you were naughty for asking and reached forward and tied a leash tightly around your exposed bag. Then attached what looked like oversized clothes pins, clipping them on the bottom of the exposed nutsack, making the balls extra tight in the sack. I got out of the car and came around to the passengers door. Pulling firmly on the leash, I dragged you protesting out of the car into the parkade. You didn't want to be caught, we'd be arrested for sure. But I didn't listen, and helpless you were tugged by your sack across the parking lot to the a door in the rear corner, it had an old fashioned gargoyle knocker and a peephole. I lifted your blindfold long enough for you to see the door, then slid it back it place. Your cock was rock and bobbing again, and you were saying that this was enough, you didn't want anyone to see you like this. I swatted at the clips dangling from your swaying sack, and told you to hush. I grasped the heavy brass ring and wrapped it hard on the steel door. We heard the rumble of voices on the other side of the heavy door, and then the sound of four deadbolts sliding open with impressive thuds. The door swung open and a large man wearing nothing but a spiked neck collar and a nasty set of ball stretching weights. He walked slowly as the weights swung his sack perilously low from his body, and led us to the reception desk. The woman at the desk was wearing a sheer black lace body stocking, and a perfectly shaved pussy squeezing through the gaping crotch. I wanted to take off your blindfold, but I didn't want you to suddenly become awkward. The receptionist asked me to fill out a form, below is the copy I retained for my records.

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The Dungeon

domination grade x members only

Slave Committal Consent Form

Master/Mistress Information:

Signature: Julia Davis___

Sex: F M Age: 36

Goal: check one or more below

aBall stretching

aTesticular torture

aScrotal removal

aTesticular castration

aCock and Ball removal

Slaves Name:James_____

Slave Pick up : Date: April28 Time:10pm

Special fears:

1. Anal stretching

2. Genital piercing

Extra Punishment

1. Anal stretching

2. Genital piercing

3. Public Castration

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After completing your commital form the ball slave ushered us slowly to an antique birdcage style elevator. He strains to open the heavy cast iron gate, then I tow you inside. The car jerks upward, causing the ball weights on our usher to visibly stretch his nutsack. He groaned but kept his eyes and head cast down. I lifted your blindfold for a moment to see the slave and the elevator. Then quickly replaced it, that's when you groaned, and again begged me to tell what was to come. I laughed and said it was likely that you would cum, and tugged hard on the ball leash. You yelped and I warned you for the last time, that if you didn't immediately begin to behave like a good and obedient slave, there would be others to correct you. The elevator again jerked suddenly as we arrived at the third basement level, again bouncing the ball weights and causing a loud groan from our usher slave. I reached out and spanked his pendulous sack with the end of your leash, and as he was trained to do, he turned and bent over for more effective lashing. I could see he was holding his breath so as not to yelp at his whipping. He was very well trained. I could see I had a long way to go to acheive my goals for you. Once we were off the elevator I towed you along a long corridor with many doors on either side. The end of the hall had a locked iron gate in front of huge double doors of heavy oak. The usher slave led us through the gate and doors after being buzzed in. Inside the chamber the first thing you saw was a large dias in the center of the room with four straps for wrists and ankles. I tugged you over to the dias and pushed you down on your back. Four women in white cloaks with hoods came forward and helped me strap you down. The fabric was very sheer and several had pierced nipples and labia. Once you were secured I removed your blindfold. You squinted as you quickly scanned the chamber, seeing all the devices of disipline on tables and hooks hanging from the ceiling and walls. There was even a wall with a plaque above various sized dildos attached at their bases. The plaque read, The Wall of Impalement . Attached to the ceiling by a winch, was a harness used to hang a slave either face up or down. When placed at just the right height for a select dildo, the slaves holes can then be driven onto the wall of impalement. The Master can either pump the slave on the dildos, or use the wall straps to tether the hole onto the dildo. Freeing the Master to torture other parts of the Slave, which I did! But I digress, you were just tethered to the dias, and your blindfold removed. You saw the women in cloaks and expected an orgy with you as the main course, which in a sense was true. The women began by cutting your clothing off your body until you were naked except for the silk Gstring underwear. Your ball leash was looped over a hook that was screwed into a 4x4 beam above the dias. The slack in the leash taken up until your bag was stretched high above your body. Your overly red ball meat was pressed tight against the overstretched sack skin. The clips still in place were biting angrily into the meat. The women approached the dias with a rolling table littered with surgical instruments and a shallow stainless steel basin. They took the basin and placed it between your legs. I lifted a cloth on the table and there was a syringe of some pinkish liquid, a scalpel, and four clamps. I took the syringe and the women held your head so you had to watch as I pressed the needle into each of your balls and squeezed in a measure of the liquid. Instantly you felt your nuts begin to tingle. You could feel my tongue as I stroked it over your meat, but it felt dull, like your tongue at the dentist. I took the scalpel and traced it over your sack. You groaned and begged me to end the fantasy. That it had gone too far. To your horror I slid the blade down your seam spreading your bag like a pair of pussy lips. I cupped your sack in my fist and squeezed hard. Your nuts spilled out, red with pulsing tubes of white cream racing over their surface. The tether slid up as your skin no long hindered its pull. Your nuts stretched above your body 6 inches, but that wasn't good enough. I attached weights to the end of the leash and watched as they stretched your balls up another inch. I added to the weights until I had measured eight inchs of tubes.

You begged and cried as I tortured your nutsack. I grew weary of your bleeting and signaled that you be gaged. They stuffed a ball in your mouth and strapped it to your head so you would suffer silently. Well more silently, you still screamed, but at least it was muffled.

I took the clamps from the table and snapped them onto your tubes. I used two on each side, one up high close to the nut, which I later tie off to the beam above, the other clamp was down low, close to the body. You really started to scream as I held the scalpel to the space between the clamps, poised behind the tubes. With the slightest flick of my blade you are castrated, and you know it. Between muffled screams you would hold your breath waiting for the cutting. The women took turns sucking and pumping your throbbing cock as I threatened your balls. Would I let you come one last time, or castrate your balls while still full of juice?

I moved up on the dias with you, straddling you but with my face to your balls. Having them pulled up like that angled your cock up to your face. It was easy for the women to guide your cock into my juicy hole. They even squeezed and pumped my clit hood as I rode you one last time. As my pussy squeezed down in orgasm I squirted clear sweet juice onto your cock. Then you heard it before you felt it. It was a loud popping sound, almost like a cork popping. Your body dropped down as it was released from its balls. You saw your balls before your eyes, dangling by the clamps holding your tubes. I untied the clamps from the beam and dangled them over your face. I told you you would do as you were told for the next 24 hours, without hesitation, or we would never return your nuts. Instead, we would have a party and serve your nuts as party snacks. If you did obey and fulfill my every wish, the women who were skilled in the art of castration/reattachment, would assist you, and reattach your balls.

It must have seemed a long 24 hours, but you did well in your service, and your nut tubes will heal quickly I'm told. I will recite your duties later, for the moment you may relax and recover. Your sack will be kept by the women for the next month however, and only returned if you continue to serve well. Your exposed ball meat will become tougher in time, and until then the individual leather ball bags will allow quick access to slice the nuts off again at the first signs of disobedience.

Always mine,

Mistress Julia